Chapter Twenty-One
Capacity
“s**t,” muttered Eloise, the lead instructor at Melinda’s training compound. “Now She wants capacity figures. Have you ever done this, Bridge?” Eloise asked her number two as they studied the three elevated male asses displayed in front of them.
“Nope,” Bridget answered. “But I am willing to try. There’s a couple of ways this apparently gets done. We’ll just have to try each of them, keep track and give the Boss the whole tally.”
“Great,” said Eloise. “Lead me through this. You’re going to count the balls, right?”
“Right. You know that Hanna, the Dom I once worked with in LA, had it down to a science and she kept the records so that when one of her simpering half male subs came back, (and they always came back, believe me), she knew where to begin and that
